Saturday afternoon Russell went to fetch Darwin’s broken trike from the garage, to see if we could fix it (top and bottom halves of steering column had become disengaged. Anyone who has ever had a smart trike probably knows the tiny red converter clip, tournament out that 2mm but of plastic is all that keeps the two halves aligned, and it just snaps, leaving the steering column to rotate freely and independently of the wheel. Piece of rubbish.)
Anyway, as Russell opened the garage door the handle/lock fell off.
We’d had a break in a while ago, and they smashed the handle off the garage. It turns out the locksmith was a cowboy and he’s attached the new handle/lock with a single bolt.
So we went to B and Q to buy a new one, but they don’t sell them. The lock also doesn’t fit our garage, so was propped in with a single grommet. We had to make another one out of metal tubing, so had to buy 5ft of metal blinking tubing, and a hacksaw, as of course we didn’t, and new bolts, and a washers to brace against the grommet. For goodness sake. At least it’s firmly attached, though. That locksmith is a disgrace.
And we fixed the trike for the time being, too, until we get him a proper bike.